L Is for Laughter that Comes Easily!

 

Continuing with the April A to Z Challenge

My theme is Things that Make Life Better

L is for Laughter that Comes Easily

I have no idea whose baby this is - found it on the
internet. There is nothing like the sound of a baby's
laughter. It makes me smile just thinking about it.

One of the reasons I fell in love with Mark was
that he made (and still makes) me
laugh! We were laughing in the photo
booth.

Look at this baby laughing! I know
her!!

Here we are in October 2024 - laughing
hysterically and acting like fools. We were
in Greece or Turkey (I think!).

It was hot as everything - we
must be in Egypt in this photo. We
were laughing at ourselves.

L is for laughter—and if you know me at all, you know this one fits.

I love to laugh. Not the quiet, polite kind of laugh either. I mean the kind that bubbles up before you can stop it. The kind that turns heads in a room. The kind that makes your stomach hurt and your eyes water and leaves you wondering, “What was even that funny?” The kind that often gets me in trouble - even at 67 years old.

That kind of laughter.

We love to laugh—our family, our friends, our people. It shows up around dinner tables and in car rides and in the middle of stories that take way too long to tell, but Mark will tell them anyway -- more than once . . .or more than twice. Sometimes it’s sparked by something genuinely hilarious, and sometimes it’s just one of those moments where everything feels light and easy and good.

And honestly? A good belly laugh makes me feel better every single time.

It doesn’t fix everything, of course. Life still happens. Hard things don’t magically disappear because we laughed. But laughter softens the edges. It gives us a break. It reminds us that joy still lives here, even in the middle of busy days, hard seasons, or unexpected turns.

There’s something deeply connecting about laughter, too. It pulls us out of our own heads and into shared moments. It says, “We’re in this together.” No explanations needed.

I think sometimes we forget how important that is. We get serious. Focused. Responsible. (All good things.) But somewhere along the way, we can lose our willingness to just… laugh. Loudly. Freely. Without worrying who’s listening.

I don’t want to lose that.

So I’ll keep laughing—the loud kind, the uncontrollable kind, the kind that might be just a little embarrassing. Because it feels good. Because it brings people together. Because it reminds me not to take everything so seriously.

L is for laughter.

And I’m grateful for every single bit of it.

What makes you laugh the hardest? Do you laugh quietly and politely or are you like me?